"C-clansmen? This place is..."
The next instant, Qianji vanished from Li Yan's side. When he reappeared, he was already on the platform outside the cave abode, his soul floating in the air as he gazed ahead.
From his lofty vantage point, he saw the endless ice plains before him and the crystalline snow mosquitoes dancing amid the falling snow. Every one of them gave off an aura familiar to him.
"This is Master's space, not the underworld..."
"Yes, this is the place you know, the place where your clansmen live! You have come home!"
As Qianji murmured to himself, Li Yan silently appeared beside him. Looking at Qianji's soul, he too spoke with deep emotion.
"I... I've come home. I've come home!"
Qianji's thoughts fell into disarray once again. Everything had changed too quickly, and at that moment, he could only repeat Li Yan's words.
Li Yan said nothing more. With his hands clasped behind his back, he gazed through the swirling snow just as Qianji did, feeling the bitter wind sweep over him, so piercing and fresh.
The man and the demon gazed into the distance, looking down over the entire frozen land!
Silence settled over heaven and earth once more, broken only by the ceaseless howl of wind and snow. Several dozen breaths later, Qianji's gaze finally regained its focus. By then, he seemed to have guessed something.
"Master, where is Zi Kun?"
There was no flattery in his voice, only an unusual calm. He still stared ahead, at the endless snow and ice, at that vast, frozen expanse, as though he wanted to keep looking forever and could never see enough of it!
"Zi Kun is unharmed. You, however, died!"
Li Yan's reply was brief. He knew what Qianji was asking: he wanted to confirm whether Zi